In Quiet

Verse 1:

Put my eyes into burrows to save energy,

because they're not really open if not trained on you

In the quiet of a day storm, hail forms and cuts me wide open

If a thousand words are painted, why do only 3 hurt?

Chorus:

In quiet, in quiet, in quiet

Verse 2:

Take the time to look over and check you're okay

And if all your gates are broken, and your locks thrown away

Thought you lost it completely but you came back with a sigh of relief

Anywhere is nice on a nice day, don't remind me I can't remember

Chorus

Coda:

Who really cares, who really cares, I do.